Oh, the stories he could've told her if she asked. He'd been young in mind as well as body back then, still with the air of a bad boy. A dashing revolutionary, full of hope and ideals. He'd had a cause to believe in and die for. The cynicism hadn't come until later after his first death.

Cooper blinked at the mention of Kenzi. They knew each other? What was he thinking, of course she did. Everyone seemed to know everyone in this city. Here he thought that only happened living in small towns in the middle of nowhere. "Will do. I'll let you know the minute I'm done." The mention of dancing made his eyes light up. "Now there's an offer I must take you up on."